Over a thousand Immortal Sect Disciples from the Nine Great Immortal Sects were scattered across the vast world, each seeking their own opportunities to obtain the Yin Yang Creation Qi.
More than a dozen Golden Pill Peak Cultivators from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace employed the Concealment Spell, each holding a compass-shaped treasure, carefully searching for something, following each other's steps closely.
Before long, one square-faced man's expression brightened, and he stopped by a pond.
"This is the place, be careful not to make any noise..."
The square-faced man spoke softly.
"Brother Liu, I think there's no need for such caution."
"We should just extract the Yin Yang Creation Qi with all our might."
A cold and gorgeous woman disagreed: "The Spell Satellites of the Eastern Devil School are already hanging high in the sky. The daoist disciples can conceal themselves, but we cannot. Our concealment is nothing but self-deception.